Chapter Eight

 

 

 

ALL HALLOWS’ EVE

 

The full harvest moon glistened bright in the black October sky. Sirius gazed at Meg; her face reflected the purity of her heart. It was painful and alluring at the same time. Reading her mind, he already knew the questions she needed to ask. He decided truth was his only recourse, though he hated that his words would cause her heartache.

“How long will you be gone?” Meg finally asked. The heavy question lingered as they lay beneath a fur cloak that warded off the night’s chill.

“In truth, I'm not sure.”

“Will I ever see you again?”

Sirius's gaze fell. He was reluctant to answer.

Meg tensed, pulling away. She ran her hands along his chiseled jaw and chewed at her bottom lip. “Sirius?”

He maneuvered their bodies, tucking her beneath his. He knew by reading her mind that the heat of his muscular frame ignited her—ignited both of them. Meg reached for him, trying desperately not to cry.

“Oh, God. I won't, will I?”

“I have waited an infinite lifetime for you, Meghan Alexandria. And by the power of the gods, in your universe and mine, I give you my solemn oath: I shall return to you,” he whispered tenderly, casting a sleeping spell over her and sending her to dreamland.

Before the stroke of midnight, he was gone.